Chapter 284

"You need to tell me exactly what it is before I can explain."

Frustrated by my unwavering calm, Renka beat her chest.

"That...! That..."

We'd already had sex doggy-style, and she still couldn't say the names of body parts out loud? Unbelievable. When it came to sexual innocence, she might actually be worse than Chinami. If you just listened to how she talked, you'd think she was the toughest and most experienced one here.

"That what?"

"You know what...!"

"If you can't say it, act it out."

"..."

Did she really think that was easier? Giving a sharp nod, Renka extended her arm at a forty-five-degree angle and patted the empty air, mimicking a slap on the ass. I was hoping she'd demonstrate on me. What a shame.

"Ass?"

"Yeah... there... Before you came over to order drinks, Hanazawa patted yours..."

"Yeah, she did."

"Does Chinami... know you two are involved like that?"

She was already operating on the assumption that Miyuki and I were intimate. Then again, it was rare for someone to casually pat a mere friend's ass without a second thought, so her reaction made sense.

Renka had slept with me believing Chinami and I were dating. In that context, she had no grounds to criticize me even if she found out I was seeing Miyuki. All she could do was ask if Chinami knew, just as she was doing right now.

In a way, Renka was in the weakest position—a position where she had no real leverage. I wasn't ranking them; it was just a figure of speech. I loved all the heroines.

Regardless, her question wasn't an interrogation; it carried an underlying concern for Chinami getting hurt.

"Answer me...!"

Renka pressed me when I kept my mouth shut. Dropping my smile completely, I replied.

"She knows."

"...What?"

Renka's face instantly went blank. She clearly hadn't expected that answer. Blinking, she looked up at me and asked again, as if to confirm what she had just heard.

"She knows...?"

"Yes, she knows."

"R-really...? You're not joking...?"

"I'm not."

"Huh...? H-how does that make any sense...?"

Her reaction was entirely natural. Unless Chinami, Miyuki, and I shared some bizarre fetish, it didn't make any sense. It was the kind of situation you'd only see in an adult manga, so she was bound to be baffled.

She stood there opening and closing her mouth, the focus completely gone from her eyes. I spoke up.

"I wasn't originally going to say anything, but I'll tell you this much so you don't get the wrong idea, President."

I could have told her we'd even had a threesome, but I felt a bit reluctant, as though I'd be disrespecting Chinami's privacy. Granted, it hadn't been a full threesome, just a taste of one.

"T-this much? Is there... more?"

"It would be better for you to ask Master directly."

"Me...? Directly?"

"Not now. Later."

It was better to keep it a secret, at least until I managed something akin to a threesome with Renka and Chinami. If I spilled the beans while Chinami was still in the dark about my relationship with Renka, things would get incredibly messy. Misunderstandings breeding more misunderstandings would be a headache, so timing the reveal perfectly was key.

Given her own position, Renka wouldn't act rashly, and she would definitely catch on when the time came to speak up. That was enough.

"Shall we head back in?"

At my follow-up, Renka gave a full-body shudder and swallowed hard.

"W-what are you...?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just who the hell are you...!"

She was leaving out some context. She was likely asking what kind of guy I was to be so utterly brazen about this. If she was already this flustered, what was she going to do later? I still had Hiyori left, after all.

"I'm just me."

I gave her a cryptic answer and patted her ass.

"Hyaa?!"

Renka let out a rather loud gasp, flinching visibly as she took a half-step back. Experiencing exactly what Miyuki had done seemed to conjure up some strange, explicit thoughts in her head. Chuckling at her reaction, I told her not to stay out in the cold too long and went back inside the café.

It was random, but I suddenly thought of the school nurse's full breasts. She always treated my injuries with an indifferent tone, showing absolutely zero interest in me... Yet that same woman moaned so obscenely at night. Once the semester started, maybe I'd drop by the Nurse's Office first thing.

"I'll be going now, sunbae-nim!"

Flashing a bright smile, Miyuki bowed to Renka and Chinami.

"Get home safely, you two."

Unlike Chinami, who saw Miyuki off with a matching smile, Renka wore an utterly bizarre expression. It was a confusing look that made it hard to tell if she was smiling, crying, or fuming. Thinking that her face was surprisingly arousing, I left the café with Miyuki and Tetsuya.

Carrying a four-cup holder with two iced teas and a hot coffee, I handed one of the cups to Tetsuya as soon as we got into the car.

"Hold onto this and drink it after you get out."

"You bought this?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks. I'll enjoy it."

As he expressed his gratitude, I saw his hand squeeze the paper cup slightly. Was his sense of defeat that overwhelming? Well, he had just watched Miyuki prioritize taking care of me over him. Completely helpless, he was stuck just receiving things from the two of us. His pride as a man must have plummeted.

In the car on the way back to Miyuki's neighborhood, I checked the rearview mirror and caught Tetsuya glancing back and forth between Miyuki and me from the back seat.

He seemed to have finally realized why Miyuki always insisted on the passenger seat. He'd developed a bit of tact at last. Going forward, surely he'd know when to step in and when to back off, right?

Arriving in front of Tetsuya's house while chatting with Miyuki, I turned my head. With a slightly playful tone, I said, "Hey, Miura."

"Huh?"

"Don't slam the door."

"Oh, right. Got it."

Tetsuya then got out of the car, waved at Miyuki, told her he'd see her later, and closed the door.

Thud.

He closed it carefully, probably because of my warning. Seeing his dejected back as he walked toward his house, I felt a twinge of pity... Actually, I didn't. Considering he hadn't even offered a basic thank you for the ride, it was clear the bastard hadn't changed at all.

His shoulders might be slumping right now, but later on, he'd probably go right back to his old tricks—throwing a basketball at me while I slept and pretending it was an accident, or subtly badmouthing me behind my back. If that happened, I wouldn't just hold it in and let it slide for Miyuki's sake like I used to.

"Matsuda-kun."

"What."

"Do you want to stop by my house for a bit and study?"

"...Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"No. I don't want to."

"Why not? I want to study with just the two of us, Matsuda-kun."

Just the two of us... That was a very loaded statement. What kind of studying was she talking about? Given how much Miyuki's libido had skyrocketed lately, it sounded more like a lesson in sex education than regular studying...

"Are your mom and dad home?"

"They are."

"Then should I go say hi since it's been a while?"

"Let's do that. Do you want some iced tea?"

"Give it here."

Smiling brightly, Miyuki pulled the cup of iced tea from the car's cup holder and offered it to me. Biting the straw and taking a long sip, a rich sweetness washed over my tongue. The taste had changed slightly for the better. Had Chinami adjusted the ratios?

"How is it?"

"It's good."

"Wow, you're right. I thought all iced tea tasted the same... Who made this? The Boss?"

Miyuki marveled after taking a sip from the same cup she'd just handed me. Bursting into laughter inwardly, I replied.

"Probably Senior Nanase. Senior Nanase likes peaches, you know."

"Oh, right. But are they allowed to just make whatever they want?"

"Who knows. They probably got permission from the Boss or something."

Had Miyuki noticed Renka's strange reaction toward me? Given the excessive physical contact compared to usual, it seemed like she'd at least felt a twinge of "isn't this a bit weird?"...

It would be great if Miyuki brought it up first... Since I couldn't exactly ask her about it directly, it was a frustrating situation. Still, I could take comfort in the fact that things were steadily progressing step by step.

Late that evening, the first thing I did after returning home alone was take a shower. I needed one after the steamy session I'd just spent with Miyuki in her room.

As expected, Miyuki had pretended to study before giving me a signal with a subtle touch. I fell for the temptation completely, and we shared a quiet session together on her bed.

Since her parents and older sister couldn't be allowed to hear us, she had clamped a hand firmly over her mouth while she panted. She looked so incredibly beautiful doing that... Just imagining it was turning me on all over again.

On my way out, it felt like Midori had noticed my hair was slightly matted with sweat... Thankfully, it didn't seem like I'd been caught, though there was a chance she was pretending not to know on purpose. Would she judge me for doing that kind of thing with her daughter while her parents were in the house?

I should avoid doing it at Miyuki's house from now on. Just thinking about it made my heart shrink in my chest. Hoping that Midori would take a curious interest in my relationship with Miyuki just like Kanna did, I finished my shower and laid out a futon in the living room. Afterward, I sprawled out on it and was about to mess around on my Cell Phone when I noticed I had a message.

[The worst Trash in history.]

It was a hearty curse from Renka. The shock she received today clearly hadn't worn off yet. Chuckling as I recalled her bizarrely scrunched face from the café, I tapped away at the keyboard on my Cell Phone.

[What's this all of a sudden?]

[It's your name saved on my Cell Phone.]

[Why would you do something so mean?]

[Because you really are Trash.]

[An undeniable fact, I suppose. What are you doing?]

[None of your business. Don't talk to me from now on.]

Thinking it was funny how she was pretending to draw a line, I called Renka. After the dial tone rang about three times, her coy voice came through.

"What."

She'd just told me not to talk to her, yet she still answered the phone. It was proof that she harbored a lot of affection for me.

"I asked what you were doing."

"I'm at home, you Trash."

I guessed Trash was the only word she had for me.

"You're off tomorrow, right?"

"And?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Why do you care?"

"You're going to go look at figures, aren't you?"

"..."

The other end of the line went quiet, as if I'd hit the nail on the head. Chuckling loud enough for Renka to hear, I continued.

"Shall we go together?"

"Why would I?"

"Let's meet for lunch, grab some food, and then go figure shopping."

"No."

"I'll take that as a yes. Call me when you wake up."

"I said no."

She was talking like that because of the shock she'd received today, but I knew Renka would call to wake me up tomorrow morning. She knew it was already too late to back out. That was why she was being extra prickly.

"Did you have dinner with Master after work?"

"...Did Chinami tell you?"

"No, it was a guess. The President always takes care of Master, after all."

"So what. What are you trying to say?"

"Let me join in next time. Let's do this and that together."

"Hey!!"

Renka shouted at the top of her lungs. Perhaps because of what had happened today, it seemed she'd taken a comment she would normally brush off with indifference quite seriously. No, not seriously—sexually would be the right word.

"I'm hanging up now. My ear hurts."

Speaking as if I were merely delivering a notification, I hung up the phone before Renka could spew any more curses. I would have to give her a good spanking tomorrow.